Note: I don't normally post Michael/Verchiel stuff because I write it for myself, but I just love the bejesus out of this scene and I want to post it somewhere. I want to write their story eventually. Whenever the pieces all come together.






“I wonder what makes people so different from each other.” Verchiel mused aloud, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Michael leaned back onto his palms and looked up at the sky as he thought about what she said. “That’s a difficult question to answer.”

The female angel rested her head on her crossed arms and looked at Michael, “We all want to love and be loved, right? I feel like people are more similar than they realize.” She smiled softly at her companion, “We’re all connected, so we shouldn’t feel so lonely.”

He laughed at her words, his eyes crinkling up in half moons as he reached over and ruffled her hair affectionately. He ignored the glare she gave him as he spoke, “Sometimes we forget the more obvious things in life. But that’s why you’re here, right? To beat people over the head with the reminder stick.”

( He chuckled again as Verchiel shook her head. Her laughter joined with his though, even though she tried to hide it. )

This is what happens when you throw three crazy sisters into a small room and leave them alone for a night:

( have you ever wanted to see smam with a mustache? )



I LOVE MY SISTERS. XD